CMJ was pretty much overrun by Australians (well, that and by hungry music industry loudmouths always wanting to go see some band they were definitely going to miss and instead going to get a slice)… so I hung out with 10 of them across the week for Rolling Stone.

Booze was drunk, photos were taken, shows were played and sweet conversations took place with, as you’d expect, impressive amounts of background noise. Read the result right here.